Smile

Momo vomited a mouthful of blood and thought of the words his master had said to him.

"However strong you are, there is always someone stronger. Be careful in everything."

He respected his master very well and treated him as his only relative since he was an orphan.

He was young, free and easy, but sometimes forgetful.

And impetuous.

Momo took a deep breath, trying to calm the chaos in his body--- Peeping at that door left him being possessed by the devil, which was frightening to the young Taoism master.

What he didn’t know was that another 500-year-old Taoist had almost got used to ‘vomiting blood’ every time he saw that door.

Momo spent the whole night calming himself down. The rising sun at sea level was more accurate than any electronic clock.

However, it was still dawn.

…

On the other side, some were busy organizing a ‘road-repair team’ formed by young and strong men since last night.